Page 166 of Starborn Husbands

“Can’t wait to destroy you, baby,” I murmur and slap his ass cheek. It’s covered by too much to have any real impact, but the heated potential has him biting his lower lip.

His hand trails down my naked chest, circling one of my nipples. “I want you to make me choke on your cock until tears run down my face, Lanta.”

He needs to feel me. He needs a lasting imprint of me. “That can be arranged.” I kiss him one more time, then gather my things so we can make our way back to the house. “What have I missed?”

“The hawthors were here.”

“I saw. What did they want?”

“To make amends on behalf of some rogue warriors and remind Treyu of their offer.”

“And?” I generally don’t trust anyone, so the hawthors have the same amount of trust in them as I had before—none. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t involve myself in one of their deals for the right benefits.

“Nothing’s been decided, but the hawthors think we’re running out of time.”

So do I, but that doesn’t take the galaxy’s wisest to figure out. Treyu’s managed to get on some wanted lists you never want to get on. Guess I can’t blame him for the God thing, but it is just his luck.

“Then it’s time to go, we can figure out Treyu’s fate on the way.”

As soon as we enter the little cottage, Gem runs around, lighting the place with his brilliant starlight. He yanks my jacket away from me, insisting that he’ll hang it and then gets to making some food for us. I get comfortable in the lounge chair with my rifle across my lap, watching him flit about like a swan. I love when he takes care of me like this. We’ll have a few starlets, and when he’s cooking for us, I’ll teach them how to protect their daddy just like Father taught his children.

I glance at our jackets—now side by side on the hook by the door—and take in all the other little touches of Gemini in this place. The humble lodgings have inherited several of the palace's blankets, each of them bearing the Centaurus crest. He’s wedged flowers into every corner, and he spritzes the place with liquified moondust every few hours so that it smells like we live in the middle of a garden.

He’s serene and filled with purpose at the same time. That’s how Gem should always be.

After dinner, I want my hands on him. I wish I could emblaze them on him like a scar. It’s the only time I’ve ever been truly jealous of my brother—he’s got a handprint from the angel. I guess I could burn a handprint into Gem. It wouldn’t be the same thing, but it would serve a similar purpose. It’d fucking hurt, though.

“I know that look,” Gem says, climbing into my lap. I lay a meaty hand on his belly, sliding it under his robes so I can touch his skin. “What are you planning?”

“Might sear my paw print right here … or maybe around your neck.” That’d be something. Gem’s just as batshit crazy as I am. He’d fucking love that.

He takes my free hand and wraps it around the side of his neck, splaying the fingers so that my pinky climbs his jaw. His expression’s cool and devious. “Do it, baby.”

I breathe, and then I capture his lips. Gem’s mine. All mine. I own every fucking cell of him. He’s what I get in exchange for my soul. I feast on his lips while I heat my hand just enough to sear his gorgeous skin. I want my handprint there; I don’t want to burn his neck off.

Gemini gasps into my mouth, and then my little pain slut moans, bucking his hips, begging for release. I grip his cock with my free hand.

“Spread your legs,” I demand.

With him open for me, I dip into his cheeks for some juicy slick, and drag it up and over the crown of his cock, teasing the foreskin with my thumb. Heavy pants punch from his lungs, exhaling a heady mixture of pain and pleasure, as I simultaneously burn him and tease the ever-loving fuck out of him.

I run a slick hand up and down the velvet skin of his shaft, eating up every anguished cry and desperate moan.

The unique smell of charred flesh soaks the air, as wet and filthy as Gem, nauseating and sweet. The steaky fumes burn my nostrils while the lusty scent of his arousal strains my dick behind the laces of my pants.

“C’mon, Gem. Come for me, baby.”

His hooded gaze meets mine, and his hips thrust in time with my hand stroking his cock. There are whimpers, and more cries, and some, “Oh, Gods, fuck you, Atlanta Orion.”

I smirk against his lips. I own this man and there’s nothing more thrilling than owning a feral creature like Gem. Especially one so prim and proper on the outside. I love reducing him to a needy husk of his usual self.

He plunges his tongue into my mouth as I stroke him to the edge, only to back right the fuck off when he’s about to come. I said he could come, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let him yet. There’s more cursing of my name, my family, and what he’ll do to my dick later.

A husky chuckle leaves my throat. “Fuck, I fucking love you, Gemini.”

Gem shudders as I bring him to the edge again with long solid strokes, and he continues to devour my mouth with fevered kisses.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes out.